Chris could not believe his eyes. They were being attacked by the same earth wyrm, recognizing that wound that he inflicted on its chest.
The beasts brought reinforcement this time, something he didn’t think was possible. There were now three of them, including the one from before.
The minute those monsters came out of the ground, the Drogan men were already rushing to face them. Not a single one of them showed any kind of fear, jumping head on to the fight.
Weapons clashed with the creature’s tough scale. Even with an additional aid and their size, the warriors seem to overpower them.
“Cortus, you good?”
Rombus laughed aloud, watching the youngest of their companion get thrown a few meters high, crashing straight into the woods. Several trees broke down at the impact,
The trickling fire played and dance with every gust of the wind, reminding Chris of his flame serpent. Memories flooded into his mind, remembering the things that the creature had told him during their first encounter.He had been so keen that all of that was just a dream that he hardly paid attention to all of it. But now that he was in that unknown world, alone, helpless. He needed to protect himself in order to survive that harsh land.There was no way that he’d be able to always depend on Drogan’s for help, realizing that they too had a life of their own, not to mention that they all think he was capable because of his weapon.After he was certain that everybody else
Sounds of galloping steeds and the continuous shaking of the wagon added to that endless throbbing inside his head. Chris lost track of time, trying to figure out how to make his idea work.He wasn’t able to finish his whole practice when people started looking for him, only to realize that it was already dawn, not until he saw the sun almost rising. So he barely had a wink of sleep cause they had to move early.“Hey, human friend. You doing okay?”Cortus has been poking at him all day, since he had a vague answer when they found him in the field. The only thing he could come up with during that time was it was the call of nature.Pretty embarrassing, but it was the safest option he could think of. Of course, that raised questions’ cause he was in an open area, instead of somewhere more private.
“You all set?”Asron asks after helping unload the last of the boxes that they’ve brought from the village.After arriving, the caravan went straight to an area where there were tents of traders near the docks. It was also close to a watering hole where a lot of the locals and travelers go to.“Yeah, I’ll handle everything here.”Rombus was going to be left in charge of setting up a place for trading there. So they were leaving all their stuff with him.“Keep an eye on our little green horn over there. Don’t let him make a fool out of himself.”Asron gives a brief gaze at Cortus, who was now doing some display of his spear skills to a few passersby.Looks like their comrade was eager to
“Where are we going?”After his initial interview, the two were no longer wary of his presence, making conversation much easier for him.They left the temple and were now moving towards another building near there. One that was as grand, but had a unique design.It boasted tall stone pillars and totems. It only had a single floor, but its height equaled that of the other larger buildings.It had letters he hardly recognize written on its doors. People of different races came in and out of it, making the place crowded.“We have to get you some papers, little one. It’s quite important, since you’ll need it if you’re going to stay here for a while.”Hemlock explains as they entered the premises of the said establishment. Inside, there were several
After doing a little tinkering with his skill, and a few objects, he picked up along their travels. He was able to make a fine set of batons. By using a few sticks, and his ability, he made the roots intertwine to it, and then coated it with a special sap.Satisfied, he went to see their moping companion, who was still sighing in the side of their tent.“Hey Cortus, can you spar with me?”Chris greets, giving out his most cheerful expression as he stood there. The fellow just gave him a defeated look before returning to drawing on the dirt.“I don’t think your weapon is good for that.”The guy was pertaining to his guns, so he quickly fished out his newly made weapons from his back.“I have these!”
Several mumbles woke up Chris in his slumber, he recognize the voices to be Rombus and Cortus arguing. He listens for a while to see what it was they were fighting over.“Don’t bother him. Let the kid sleep.”The older one was scolding the younger and was certainly pertaining to him. He opened his eyes; the sun wasn’t even up yet but the sky was lighting up.His mind was still groggy from having just waken up, but he was sure that he had forgotten something.“But I can’t go to the fountain without a weapon. He promised me he’d fix it.”Cortus whined, his sound almost a whimper, trying to hold it in. It was at that point that he remembered the thing he was creating, feeling it beside him.“We’ll, the boy seem
“Rombus, what happened?”Chris screamed aloud seeing the two as he rushed to his companions. He was in panic, realizing that people had just passed without even a care.The moment he arrived, both of them were already down. The elder sat with his back on the fountain, groaning in pain. The youngster slumped on the stone pavement, face first on the ground. It left there a small crater from where his head had hit.He went straight for Cortus as he was unconscious and beaten to a pulp, blood splattered everywhere where he lay.“ “We’ve been robbed! Everything’s gone.”It was the first thing that Rombus noticed when he was moving again. The old guy kept rummaging on the empty crates that they had, gaping as there was nothing left there.“What? No, we weren’t!”Chris tells him. As the man’s face was turning red, throwing things around and breaking several of the surrounding stuff, almost causing the tent to fall.“Then where did all the beast meat go?”Rombus shouts, heaving deep breaths as he gestured to the containers, glaring at him full of murderous intent.“I sold them. Isn’t that what you wanted?”Chris could not help but arched a brow, not thinking that the guThe Matriarch Chapter 42 Side effects of the world